LUNCH IS A PAIN IN THE ASS. Breakfast is a wonderful way to begin the day. Dinner is a marvelous way to end it. But lunch, that difficult interrupter in the middle of everything, leaves me cold. Especially before I retired, when I’d be working away and making progress and getting things done, all of a sudden I’d have to stop because everyone around me was going to lunch. I’d be regarded as an ogre if I even suggested the prospect of working through lunch. “Ask not what you can do for your country,” quipped Orson Welles. “Ask what’s for lunch.” Then there’s the problem of what to eat for lunch. Many people have a sandwich, but then I read that bread isn’t doing you any favors. A person can only handle so many salads, especially if you have an ostomy. Long ago, for the short time I worked in the advertising business, we drank our lunches at a watering hole near our office. That made afternoons shorter, but it didn’t bode well for the future. And now, in placid retirement, when my wife is about to leave for the market and asks me what I want for lunches, I can’t help but get a grimace on my face. Lunch is a pain in the ass, even for a Barbie Butt.
I just looked up these pizza rolls. Here's what I found: "High in preservatives, low in nutritional value, and all-around destructive to the body, you're better off skipping the Totino's..." Thanks for helping prove my point. You might as well eat lunch every day at one of those super-caloric fast food burger joints. I admit to liking Burger King, but I stay the hell away from it. The endless search for a quick, easy lunch is what makes so many people eat stuff that's not healthy.
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Hi guys, back in my working days, eating the leftovers from the previous day's dinner was what I usually had, but the pain in the ass part was waiting in line for the microwave. That was solved when the company got a second one, but then they found out that we couldn't run two at the same time as it tripped the circuit breaker, so back to waiting.
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For many of my working years the so-called lunch break was deemed the only time when meetings could be held with any chance of getting anybody to attend. Having an aversion to meetings, I found myself on external 'visits' during this period so that 'lunches' were not a time to eat, but a time to make sure I was working outside of the office. Fortunately, my wife never took a lunch break either so we made a point of having an early evening meal instead.
Now we are both retired we do have a snack at midday, which for me amounts to a cheese & tomato toastie and a cup of water.
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